CEO Twins And Girls Choice

Like Dreams

The scented black cloud plume was accompanied by a speck of rain from the sky, as if representing one's current feelings. Here, in front of the building some buildings, Rangga stood glued. Stare for a long time at a flower shop, and do not care about the hair and clothes that began to get wet by the rain.

"Natasha Flowers." Rangga's lips muttered. Reading the name of the flower shop he came but only he looked at in silence since a few minutes ago.

It was not without reason that he came to this place. Roi's work, it is not kidding until less than 24 hours, the search for information has yielded results.

Kenan Syailendra, he is Anastasya's husband but died about a year ago.

There is a heart-wrenching Rangga once heard that Anastasya is married and has children from other men. But how else. It's all been happening.

"Sir, can we help you?."

Rangga gasped so realized if someone who was one of the flower shop employees came over.

"Sir, I'm sorry, is there anything we can help you with or is there something you want?."

Rangga. Naturally, with its appearance like and standing in the parking area of the flower shop, it is certainly a question of people around especially flower shop workers.

"Em, yeah. I want to meet the shop owner, is he in place?." Rangga now looked at the woman who was wearing a special uniform of flower shop employees. Natasha flowers's. Ah, this flower shop even has a name similar to Secretary Ernest. Natasha is the daughter of Anastasya.

"There, Sir. He's inside, and have you made any promises to meet?."

The woman's question made Rangga realized, Yes, he did not even contain an appointment.

"Sorry, not yet. But there's something important I want to talk to the store owner about."

The woman with the neatly tied hair, nodded her head. He thought that Rangga was one of the customers who wanted to order flowers.

"good. Natasya Flowers always guarantee the freshness and quality of the flowers that come in and out of our store, Mr. If you're interested, please take a look around to prove."

Rangga swallowed the saliva but did not close his head nodded.

"Yes, I will order flowers in this store very much for an event. But there is something I want to ask."

"Of course, sir." The woman is still kindly answered faithfully asked Rangga. Especially after hearing if the customer will buy flowers with a large amount.

"Is the owner of this flower shop named, Anastasya?."

Silent. The woman looked at her visitor questioningly, while Rangga waited for a reply expectantly.

"Yes, Sir. The owner of Natasya Flowers is Mrs Anastasya, our superior."

Want It Rangga prostrate and give thanks. However, he realized that he was in a public place. His heart felt cold as if it were blown by the wind.

"Well, take me to her and tell her I'm going to buy flowers at this store for a lot of money." Rangga was so enthusiastic, as well as the store employees. They entered the store happily with their respective portions.

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"Mrs."

The sound of one of the employees and the sound of his steps approaching, made Anastasya who was checking the sheets of paper on the workbench, look up.

"There are buyers who want to meet you. The master said that he would buy flowers in large quantities." The employee explained with sparkling eyeballs. Anastasya listened carefully. Prospective buyers?. Ah, lucky if the flower shop has more and more customers.

"good. Ask him to wait for me downstairs. Soon I will go down" said Anastasya, who was spontaneously accepted by the female employee. After her death, Anastasya tidied up her work on the table and also her appearance.

The woman smiled. Still do not expect if the flower shop that counted not long ago he opened, apparently following in the footsteps of the success of the flower shop in the past.

Maybe it's my daughter's sustenance. The sustenance of the orphan, which continues to flow through the hands of the owner of the earth.

Anastasya got up, he went out of the workspace to meet prospective buyers who hopefully interested in the flowers in his shop.

This afternoon the condition of the flower shop is quite crowded by buyers just like a normal day. Alhamdulillah.

The female employee spoke to Anastasya and showed a man sitting waiting with his back.

"Miss, the master is waiting there."

"Yes, I'll meet him." Anastasya stepped but his gaze was fixed on the sturdy body of the man in a suit that was invisible to his face.

Who-is-she?. Anastasya thought, if from the posture sssastasya he could not recognize. Black hair neatly combed back, Anastasya still could not recognize who the owner's face of the dense black hair was.

"Good day, sir. With Natasha flowers, there's something we can help you with, sir." Anastasya greeted kindly from behind the back of the man. But once the body of the prospective buyer turned around, until the two faced each other, Anastasya's body jolted.

Silent. The world seems to stop spinning when the two people who have been connected in the past look at each other.

Stifling. It cannot be compared to how Rangga felt when he met Anastasya again. Especially at this close distance.

"A n a s t a s y a." Rangga's lips twitched. The name of a woman who is standing before him.

Meanwhile, Anastasya's body is still sculpting. No, he didn't look wrong. He's Rangga, but why is that guy in his shop now?.

Anastasya's body was riveted. Looking at Rangga's face, she suddenly turned her memory on the whole incident many years ago.

The first meeting, love, humiliation of Rangga's parents and the birth of Abigail was like spinning in the brain. All like a recording that now suddenly turned back when Rangga's face appeared in front.

Anastasya closed his eyes. He breathed in repeatedly.

"Anastasya, it's me." Rangga spoke again, but Anastasya still did not respond. He was still too shocked and confused to set his own heart.

"How are you?."

"I'm sorry, for the purchase, there will be one employee who represents. Excuse me." After saying Anastasya turned his body. He was about to step but his arm was held by a man, and suddenly made the woman close her eyes.

"Please, don't go. Give me time to talk. For a second, it's okay. Just so you'll hear my apology first."

Anastasya. He did not answer but also did not try to let go of Rangga's hand that still gripped his arm.

Tbc.